33. Petrificus Totalus
Age 13, Beauxbatons
The new guy. Again. Tibi sighed and shifted his weight from foot to foot waiting to be allowed into the main hall for opening banquet. “New guy and a transfer,” he whispered to himself, glumly. Doubly new, which he feared would be twice as hard. His whole body went rigid as he felt someone, or something, brush against his hand. Holding his breath, Tibi turned his head slowly, and slightly, until it was clear that the brusher was a blonde girl around his height, chewing nervously on her lip.
“I’m just so nervous!” she suddenly called out, grabbing his hand. Tibi’s eyes went wide, as a soft, hesitant ‘ummm’ escaped his lips. The girl turned then, and froze. Still holding hands, both paralyzed in socially awkward terror, they just stared at one another for a moment.
And another.
And another.
“Can I have my hand back?”
“No.”